St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-05-15

retiring, clerk in bank. He has
lately been indicted into Il little private
poker game carried on iii the house, and
during Il session in the poker-room has
imbibed more whisky sOurS than his
gentle, meek architecture is able
to control. On the fourth floor of
this hotel, directly under Albert'S
the proprietor, and Emma, her friend,
who is Jersey girl, studying art here
in New York. Emma is matrimonially
engaged, and she frequently goes to
theaterS with her fiance, and returning,
has Il bit of supper in the restaurant
In the vestibule, to which Emma is eS-
corted to take the elevator, there is al
ways a last little talk. Then Emma
goes up to her room-matc. and the EN-
gagged man. full of pleasing anticipatiOnS
Of the hour when he'll take the elevator,
too, turns up his collar and goes out into
the silent street.
Albert has a roommate and chum,
who has, however. nothing to do with
this story. Saturday night was in
clement, and Albert after dinner smoked
a cigar in the reading-room, and then
went up TO the little room Off the parlOr
where the friendly game was in pro-
gress. He played with variable luck
until IL, when, with last whisky sour,
he withdrew. Albert is sure lie was
net tight. He knows he was sleepy,
and that the elevator boy was slllm-
brOuS. At all events he went to his
room, where his chum was sound
asleep in bed. Albert pulled
off his clothes and threw
them about the place, slammed
things around generally. wanted to wind
his watch, but couldn't find the key,
h,' ~, =
reau drawer. went up to the dimly-
burning gas, but turned it short off, said
piously, ''cusS the KEY bolted the door,
turned down the clothes
AND SLIPPED INTO BED.
He was just floating off into a dream
haunted by fulls and Pushes when a
female voice so near his face that he
felt the warm breath on his cheek, said:
what Il fool you are, En-; you have
been talking at that elevator till you are
as cold as frog"
The Precipitation broke out all over
him; he lay paralyZed. He strained his
eyes into the darkness till they became
used to the surroundings. Sure enough,
the window was not in the place it
should be; he made out a sofa where it
had not ought to be, and made up his
mind that lie was where he should not
be, and was a lost man. On a chair
by the window was pile of
white stuff. a monument erected TO the
cardinal virtues by a fair young girl.
He made out the tluting on q petticoat,
the strings on some other garment, q
wire SORT Of cage on the floor. Great Scott
he was i'll the wrong room, the room of a
Woman-in her very bed, and, OH hair
standing conclusion, she had got there
before him. There are no words in
which to picture his condition and the
frame Of mind i'll which that picture
should be mounted. He lay like the
dead. REVOLVING like buzz saw what he
should do, what she would do, till his
hair turned.
Then the lady who had addressed
him evidently thought she had been too
harsh. for she whopped over toward
the wall and said:
Never mind, dear; hug up to my
back and get warm
Albert couldn't tell under oath if he
Obeyed this suggestion or not, but Ger
tainly silence fell on that deeply agi-
tated young man who lay counting his